False Appearances Cause Blindness

Back when my original songs like Virtue, Beguiled, This Fool's Paradise, Under My Umbrella, Nothing but Ashes, Canopy, Arise, Nonplussed, Size, and Spoils, to name a few, played on the commercial radio with the names of plagiarizing, fraud committing assholes attached to them, I was treated as the lowest of the low. I was treated as someone who lagged behind and still supported the classic rock station by all the supporters of the new rock station. I was made to feel like the lowest person in the world by all the millions of fans of my songs on the radio. And this happened while George Carlin was making audiences laugh by telling them to keep their children away from Weird Uncle Dave, the only fragment of his entire routine that wasn't plagiarized from Weird Uncle Dave's erased blogs. Meanwhile, Tina Fey was telling everyone that the author of every decent sketch she had broadcasted as her own work in the last three years was a 'sock'. And Jon Stewart was devoting whole portions of his show to bashing the internet cartoon created by the author of his show's funniest content from the last three years. And everyone just thought it was right and acceptable to treat me like vermin. And now that all this crime has been exposed and the author is still unpaid, as if by some terrible fault of his own, I must ask how he would be expected to survive with no money? It would seem that vast sums of money were invested in his destruction which have now turned his survival into a cause for grief! What plan did they have in the event that I would rewrite all the work they stole from me? Obviously they had none. I'm supposed to be dead and I'm still alive. Boo hoo. Broadcasters can't get away with murder. Boo hoo. Oh, I hear that they are hurt. After they stole every word of every creation that it took me all my life to reach the level of being able to produce, they're hurt? Where are they as they are hurt? Are they sitting on a yacht in the Mediterranean or are they hanging out on a beach in Rio or are they enjoying some private sex party while their fans are being told by the corporate media that they're out campaigning for charity? A lot of these pricks were already rich before they stole my work and cashed it in for themselves, turning it into fucking standup routines and blockbuster movies and new commercial radio station chains and now they leave me on the fucking street in east Vancouver without a fucking penny out of all the billions of fucking dollars they made and they're hurt? Poor them, they're hurt. Poor fucking them.
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